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Get Low motherfucker
Bringin the best to the
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who with us nigga
Now (what goes around around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you
Now get it

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee they your body wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow bitch
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you dawg
That's how we do it now we 'bout to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
Comin with of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Street is for the po' broke and hongry
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and stick together like
Boys in weather makin noise forever, ahhhh

mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the is at nigga
Fuck all your major labels nigga, that's it is
JT the Figga, Nina B [fades out]